On our way to the market, we took my horse, strapping my armor to the saddle. We also slung a sack of weapons and equipment onto the horse to sell.
Mefar didn't take everyone with her, only Zirta, who was supposed to buy clothes to replace the damaged ones. Elran also came with us, who was supposed to sort out amulets and potions, and Thurid, who (after considering the situation) was supposed to send a letter to her order.
Although the sun began to set sharply toward the horizon, despite the significantly lengthened shadows, this did not add any coolness - rather, it became even more stuffy due to the fact that there was no wind at all.
The fair one dug out a very deep hood from her things and fastened it to her jacket. Putting it on, she pulled it low over her eyes, hiding their glow. Aside from the leather jacket with twin daggers, which she fastened to her hips, and her boots, she wore no other clothes. Considering that the jacket barely reached halfway up her backside, and Elran hadn't bothered to button it, the look was more than a little erotic.
But Mefar wore nothing at all - just boots and a pair of scabbards with short curved swords.
Zirta draped herself in a dark cloak and pulled her hood low. She, too, was supposed to carry our money.
Turid fastened a belt at her waist, to which two heavy
Leather strips that covered her groin and backside. Boots, a scabbard with a longsword—that was all she wore.
I fastened my belt at my waist and the apron covering my groin. That was all. I carried no weapons—as my skirmish with the Elder Demon Katus had shown, I could handle him barehanded. At the very least, strapped to the side of my horse's saddle was a scabbard containing a trophy two-handed sword (which I admittedly only drew once) and a huge halberd. Sighing, I glanced once more at my well-worn boots and followed my teammates out into the street.
Mairinna led the horse by the reins and handed them to me with the words:
- Behave well and try not to get into trouble - we need to join the caravan tomorrow morning and go with it to my mother.
I nodded:
- Will try.
As we headed toward the main street, I noticed a naked Karitil emerging from the closing gate. She narrowed her eyes and watched us go.
The shadows already allowed us to hide in them from the rays of the sun.
I walked ahead, leading the horse by the reins. The others walked beside me. Reaching the avenue, we merged into a river of intelligent beings hurrying about their business.
The mood in the city had changed dramatically in those hours: now, the crowds were often filled with squads of soldiers waving maroon flags (as Mefar explained to me, it's the official color of Duchess Krekhtor) and mercenaries with an almost bandit-like appearance, wearing armbands of the same color. They were all in a hurry, unceremoniously shouting at ordinary citizens to keep out of their way.
Turning at the next intersection, we unexpectedly found ourselves right in the shopping arcade.
Chaos. Primordial Chaos…
Live chickens in cages sat next to cheap jewelry. Fruit stood next to dried meat. Chains, ropes, shoes, cloaks, hats, candles, magical lanterns…
Trade was in full swing here—buyers and sellers argued and quarreled, money constantly flowed from hand to hand. As soon as the livestock was purchased, necks were immediately snapped and heads chopped off...
At one point, four creatures, so covered in dust and dirt that it was impossible to discern their precise race from a distance, were engaged in a brutal fight. A ring of onlookers formed around them, with local criminals scurrying among them, collecting bets. Even so, I personally couldn't answer the question: was this a spontaneous brawl or an organized one?
We walked past slowly, keeping a close eye on our belongings and money from thieves.
However, the almost spontaneous stalls suddenly ceased, and more civilized shops followed. We stopped near one, whose wooden sign depicted crossed swords, and Mefar said:
"Last time we traded and shopped here..." She glanced at me and said, "Come on, we can try to find something here. Elra and Zirta, stay here: old Derek has a keen eye and his hood won't fool you. Besides, he might have magic detectors to combat illusions, and if they don't detect that your eyes are fake..."
They nodded understandingly.
I easily threw the bag with the selected trophies for sale over my back and followed Mefar, who confidently pushed open the massive steel-lined door.
The shop turned out to be unexpectedly spacious. The cool, well-lit, square room with a high ceiling was filled with a variety of armor and display cases displaying numerous daggers. More serious weapons hung on the walls. A red-skinned humanoid demon in decent armor, carrying a two-handed sword, stood near the counter. He was currently critically examining the sharpening of a claymore straight sword.
Opposite him stood a powerful, unshaven, hairy man in a thin, greasy linen shirt, over which he wore an extremely dirty cloth apron.
The seller glanced at us sideways and, casting an appraising glance at Mefar, raised his left eyebrow expressively.
The demon didn't pay any attention to us, absorbed in examining the weapon:
- Not bad. I like it. I'll take it for four.
The man turned his gaze to him and, looking at the sword again, nodded:
- OK.
The buyer counted out the coins and clipped the scabbard with his sword to his left belt. Only then did he turn to face us and, whistling loudly at the sight before him, walked out the door.
Mefar approached the man and, bending sexily, leaned against the counter:
— Hello, Derek. How are you?
"Who do I see? Mefar himself!" he smiled. "Why did you come?"
The drow folded her arms beneath her chest and lifted her breasts dramatically. Derek, who had been trying to look her in the eye until then, couldn't resist, and his gaze settled on the commander's cleavage between them. Mefar chuckled contentedly and said:
"Oh, Derek! I'd like..." She paused so languidly that even I wondered what she'd like, but she, having played around, continued in a more businesslike tone: "...to drop off some trophies and do some shopping."
The man sighed:
- You're such a bitch. You know that many would hang themselves for sex with you.
"Even you?" she asked innocently.
— Maybe... maybe. Okay, show me what you came with, and then we'll see what you need.
Mefar remembered me with her hand and I came closer.
Drow said:
— Put it on the counter...
I easily placed the bag on the countertop with a dull clank and opened it. However, Derek, before looking inside, also visually weighed my breasts. Only then, nodding with the air of a connoisseur, did he peer inside.
"Uh-huh..." he drawled, and began carefully pulling out our trophies, commenting on each item. "My God! Is it really that hard to just wipe the blade with an oily rag once a day? And the owner of this one was clearly an immoral freak—what he did to the pommel! Mefar, I told you it's best not to use shoddy steel harshly on elven blades, otherwise you'll get these monstrous chips and nicks... And this one is for remelting... Even stinking goblins wouldn't take on the task of reforging this cracked piece of shit." His voice sank to an inaudible grumble. Laying out the weapon, he said, placing his fists on his hips, "Three gold pieces, and that's just for the sickles."
Mefar grimaced and, chewing her lip for appearance, began to bargain:
- Maybe four?
He rolled his eyes for a moment and, after visually feeling her breasts again, agreed with a sigh:
— Hairy devil with you! Fine! Let it be four…
Mefar nodded contentedly:
- Excellent. We have a deal...
The man sighed again and, rummaging under the counter, pulled out a handful of gold coins. After counting out the money, he asked:
— What about the breastplate and the rest of the crowbar?
"Oh, really…" Mefar sighed now.
Derek pulled out the pieces of armor and began to examine them critically:
"The only thing of any real value here is the breastplate. The rest are just bent pieces of metal. I'll give you five gold for the breastplate, and six silver for the rest..."
Mefar looked back at me questioningly:
- Well?
— It doesn't matter. The main thing is to choose something for myself.
The seller counted out the money and asked:
- What do you need?
"A breastplate or cuirass with bulges under the breasts..." I pointedly lifted my two protruding treasures.
Derek looked at my body appraisingly:
- And that's all?
- Well, yes. I have everything else...
"Then it's better to match it to 'everything else.' I can foist anything off on you: I have about twenty similar ones, and that's without the ones in the sets."
I sighed:
- It's good that I brought everything.
We left the store and began unfastening the armor pieces. After bringing them back into the store, we piled them up and the girls started helping me put them on. Derek asked:
— Also a trophy?
Mefar quipped:
"Yes." She showed off a helmet with a red crest and continued:
We killed one knight of the Duke of Anri, with whom we will be fighting.
He narrowed his eyes:
- By the way, are you going to war?
The drow spread her hands mockingly:
"Why do you think we're adding armor? We're leaving with the first soldiers tomorrow morning."
Derek nodded thoughtfully and said:
— Listen, let's say you don't break the set, but exchange this headset for another one?
I stopped tightening the strap on my greave and straightened up:
- What do you suggest?
He pointed to one of his own:
— There's a variation for women. It's narrower.
Mefar looked:
— Who did it? Demons?
"Local…" he glanced sideways, "But the quality is very good."
Having abandoned getting dressed, I approached the indicated armor:
"Well, I don't know..." A perfectly ordinary knight's outfit with a bucket-shaped helmet. The view from it must have been terrifying. The one next to it was far more intimidating. I stepped toward it and stopped opposite it. Powerful shoulder pads of dark metal, depicting grinning demonic faces. The helmet was adorned with thick steel horns, tapering sharply toward the ends and pointing downwards, not upwards.
"The work of our exiled dwarf, O'rvi," the man said.
Mefar became interested:
— Is this the one who took two succubi as apprentices?
Derek nodded grimly.
"Yes. This is the third of their... not even works, but rather works of art. He uses a wide range of magic in his craft. It's not just heating and smelting the metal, but also processing and pumping it. It was his ideas that got him exiled. He came to the Duchess, and she sensed the potential of his ideas, providing her full support. The first suit of armor was for men and was taken almost immediately by the demon captain of the first hundred, Kahurt. He sometimes appears in it to show off. He'll definitely go to war in it... The second one was made to order for Katsu himself. He fell in love with it and even fucks in it. But their third piece has been lying around: well, you still have to find female warriors capable of carrying over a hundred kilos of armor alone... O'rvi has learned from his mistake and is now working on a fourth suit of armor for a man. Contenders are not only offering mountains of gold for it, but have even started killing each other in duels..."
I glanced at him:
- How much will you pay for it?
The man looked at me sideways in surprise and stroked his beard:
— Another seventy gold coins on top. No less.
"Wow!" Mefar breathed.
"What did you think!" he commented gloomily and continued: "There's adamant in the alloy here."
"Maybe a discount?" she purred.
But the man shook his head:
"I'm just a middleman. And I still have to remake yours. Besides, if your armor goes stale, I'll have to give mine back."
He looked back:
— Can we handle it?
The commander sighed:
"In principle, yes. We have a lot of money, and the only serious expenses left are the horses." She looked at the salesperson. "Take it off and try it on."
Derek began removing parts of the headset, explaining what went where:
"The underarmor here is our own. See the extra straps and fastenings on it? The groin is triple-protected: double-layered leather, this plate, and a chainmail apron with square plates woven into it..." When he noticed my brief glimpse of my manhood, his expression contorted so dramatically that he even fell silent in shock, forgetting he was supposed to be praising his product.
In total, the dressing procedure took about ten minutes.
Putting on my helmet, I shrugged and leaned left and right a couple of times:
"I don't know. Personally, I hardly feel the weight. Just some stiffness and limited movement. But that's all."
Derek finally came to his senses:
- Are you a demon?
"In a way," I nodded, as far as the armor allowed.
"Then I understand... Your kind possesses immense physical strength and endurance. That's why armor with this level of protection isn't forged for humans." He glanced at me with satisfaction and commanded, "Anu, jump..." When I did as he asked, noting the enormous inertia that followed, he said, "Yes. Now I see it's found its master. By the way, what about the weapon?"
— A large six-handed sword and a two-handed sword.
— It would be interesting to see...
The northerner rushed out into the street and brought my weapon.
— Also a trophy?
I nodded and took the bladed mace in my right hand, while with my left I pulled the two-handed sword from the sheath he offered me. As I carefully twirled them in the air, he commented:
"Perhaps the two-hander is unnecessary, but the fight will tell. So, will you take it?"
Mefar sighed and began counting out the gold. The Northerner began helping me undress.
Derek brought out a large piece of oiled cloth and helped us pack it. When we finally finished, he came out to see us off and, glancing at my horse, said:
"It won't support your weight and armor for long. I'd advise, if you can afford it, to get yourself a gauntlet..."
Mefar nodded thoughtfully:
— We'll think about it. Thanks, Derek.
He shrugged slightly and disappeared into the shop.
We continued down the shopping street. There were clearly fewer shoppers here than in the previous area. This place could no longer be described as "chaos," especially compared to the previous area. However, while there were almost no couples having sex there, here they were around every corner.
In general, I noticed that there weren't many succubi in the crowd. And they were always accompanied by guards and porters. When I asked Mefar about this, she replied:
"Actually, succubi are born rarely, and only from other succubi. They aren't warriors—they're lovers first and foremost, and mages second. Incidentally, in battle, when it comes to close combat, they surrender immediately. Because of this, very few of them die. And it wouldn't even occur to soldiers to kill a surrendered succubus. Incidentally, the majority of free succubi in all of Oellir live in Isrin, since Duchess Krekhtor belongs to this particular kind of demon and understands and knows what they need. In all other countries, succubi are very rare, and while in Isrin you can easily have sex with one, even in neighboring duchies, you'll only see a succubus in the ruler's harem." She paused for a moment and continued: "However, succubi belong to the class of demon-mages, and naturally, they are always drawn to the battlefield to provide magical support." Besides, when armies have succubi, soldiers can fight fanatically to protect them: attracting the attention of men so that they die with their names on their lips is easy for these demons. The commander glanced with some satisfaction at the naked succubus, who stood frozen near one of the display cases, hunched over in a rather revealing pose. A small crowd of onlookers had already gathered behind her, but they were held back by the angry gaze of the guard-porter. Looking at the demoness's slender legs, I felt my heart beat faster. Mefar chuckled and continued: "Because of all this, Krekhtor grants the succubi a small pension, which, however, serves only as a pleasant supplement to the income from escort services and prostitution..."
After walking a little further down the shopping street, we came to a large square with a high stone platform in the center. At its base, several long spears protruded from the cobblestones, each tipped with severed heads in varying states of decomposition. A large raven perched on one of them, pecking out its eyes at that very moment. Large plaques inscribed with intricate script were nailed beneath each head.
"Oh! And the magistrate acted quickly—look, our guys are already here." Mefar, glancing sideways at me, explained: "You see, if the bandits know and see their fate, they'll think more about the question: 'Is it worth it?'"
In response, I shrugged:
- Well, I kind of...
Near the platform stood a tall column, on which sat a board, protected from the rain by a small roof. Several sheets of paper covered in dark letters were nailed to it.
— General announcements and orders. There's already a notice hanging there about the declaration of war and partial mobilization.
We didn't approach the platform with its hideous decorations, but turned left. Turning again, we left the square and entered a narrow street.
Here, trees grew alongside the houses, their branches intertwined, forming a kind of green tunnel. While the rest of the city was still fairly light, here, in the shade of the trees, it was pleasantly cool and deep twilight.
Elran stretched out her hand and ran her fingers along the tree bark:
"The famous Elven Quarter of Isrin. One of the few places outside the Great Forest where a light elf can easily hide from pursuers, find shelter, and rest... It's been so long since I was here..."
There were relatively few passersby here, but most of them were light elves, dressed more decently than the other visitors: open summer dresses for the women and closed light fabric suits for the men.
At the same time, there were also many shops here, near which stood detachments of soldiers with horses.
Mefar said darkly:
— The war drove everyone to go shopping...
We stopped near a nondescript shop, where three saddled horses and a bored-looking mercenary in unbuckled light leather armor stood. I glanced at him: a neat short beard, a narrow scar on his cheekbone, and gray eyes. His weapons included a straight sword in a worn scabbard and two daggers.
Mefar left Turid and Zirta with the horses and headed towards the doors of the shop.
As she passed the mercenary, he greedily glanced at her superb naked body, giving us only a short, blurry glance.
The commander confidently pushed the carved wooden door and we entered a cool, semi-dark room.
The shop was quite small—about a third the size of Derek's. It was divided into two equal parts by a counter. The floor was laid with alternating black and white tiles. However, there wasn't much room for customers. Fortunately, two men had just collected their purchases and were turning to leave. While one of them glanced at Mefar's breasts and groin with a certain amusement as he passed, the other, a gray-haired man, fixed his gaze on the commander's face and, narrowing his eyes angrily, pushed me out of the way as he walked outside.
Honestly, I had a hard time restraining myself from finishing him off right then and there. The only thing that kept me from doing so was the realization that now was neither the time nor the place.
After watching the mercenaries jump on their horses, I caught my breath and walked after Mefar, managing to turn my attention to her superb ass with the perfect gap between her legs.
The sight so consumed my thoughts that I didn't immediately notice the seller, who turned out to be a beautiful light elf in a revealing light green dress. Her eyes were an incredibly dark green, and her straight hair was a very light platinum color, unusual for light elves.
She glanced at us with an unexpectedly oily gaze and, smiling affably, almost sang:
- What would you like?
Mefar leaned her hands on the tabletop and, unexpectedly, leaned over the counter almost to the blonde's face:
"Oh, Early Will, you shouldn't talk like we're strangers..." she cooed languidly. "I might think you're upset with me. That's not true, is it?"
Svetlaya swallowed loudly and, licking her lips, glanced sideways at us:
- No, no... I...
The commander reached out to the blonde and, in a possessive manner, ran her hands under her dress, beginning to knead her breasts.
I felt my heart beat dully and, looking down, I saw that my penis was already fully erect, with the apron on it sticking out eloquently.
The commander unexpectedly easily threw her body over the counter and, still kneading the blonde's breast with her left hand, pushed the straps of her dress off the hangers with her right. The fabric fell to the floor, revealing the blonde's graceful, slender body.
"No... the store... the customers..." she protested hesitantly and almost shyly tried to cover her chest and groin with her hands.
But Mefar moved behind her. Her right hand found its way into the space between the blonde's legs, covering her clitoris with her fingers, while her left hand grabbed the blonde's neck and pulled her toward her:
"You're my bitch," the drow whispered loudly into his long ear. "And I'll have you whenever I want."
As if to prove it, the commander released the fair-haired woman's neck and pushed her forward, forcing her to brace herself against the tabletop with her hands. However, this clearly wasn't enough for Mefar, and with another powerful push to the back, she forced the fair-haired woman onto the table, face down. Crouching down, she spread her legs and latched onto the heavily breathing elf's luscious cunt.
I don't know what Mefar was trying to achieve with this crazy stunt, but I couldn't hold back any longer. I stopped caring and quickly stepped toward Elran, who was silently watching from under the hood of her unbuttoned jacket. She merely turned her face, hidden by the hood, toward me and, leaning her hands on the counter next to the moaning saleswoman, arched sexily, lifting her ass. Apparently, I wasn't the only one aroused by this scene.
Tearing off my apron in one motion, I grabbed Elran's waist with my left hand and placed the head of my penis directly against her leaking orifice with my right. Then my hands slid under her open jacket and squeezed her breasts hard. Immediately after, I thrust my hips forward sharply and forcefully, burying my penis all the way in. Elran moaned lowly in response. Pausing for a few seconds, I savored the sensation and began to rapidly fuck my elf.
Elran began to moan loudly in rhythm, and I lifted her lithe body and pressed her back to me. Turning her head toward me, she reached out with her lips, and we merged in a kiss.
The unusual nature of the place and the fact that visitors could enter at any moment made my excitement really hot.
Suddenly, a low, pleasant voice rang out nearby: "Now that's synergy! I've never seen anything like it!"
Taken by surprise, I broke the kiss and let go of Elran, but didn't even think about pulling out my cock, having just pushed it all the way in. Incidentally, the sensations weren't bad either—Elran was almost at orgasm, and her cunt was already trembling slightly, massaging my cock, accepting its head in her womb and even preparing to hold it tightly. Turning around, we saw three visitors. One of them was a very beautiful, practically naked, red-skinned succubus, wearing only boots of embossed dark leather with low heels and jewelry: thick gold rings were put on her short black horns (it looked like she was on the stage of an ordinary demon), in her ears were exquisite earrings with large precious stones, several skillful gold chains were woven into her thick black hair, on her neck was a very beautiful necklace of heavy whitish metal, which fell on her high, full breasts with perky, protruding dark nipples.
In her left hand, the succubus held two long white chains that extended to the collars of two tall, stately dark elf women, practically naked except for their weapons. Judging by the distinctive black markings on their faces, they were Servants of Lirmilla.
The front door opened and Zirta peered into the shop, cloaked in her cloak. Despite her hood, I saw her black eyes widen at the sight of us.
The Left Servant turned to her and began lazily controlling her movements.
Mefar rose from her crouch, stopping her tongue from licking the blonde's slit, but began massaging it with the fingers of her right hand. The commander glanced at the guests and nodded to the succubus:
"What a meeting, Mrs. Trekaten!" she said, licking her lips playfully. "You are as beautiful as always."
"Oh! Mefar! Long time no see," she said in surprise.
The saleswoman tried to pull herself together, but her body began to tremble and she only had enough strength and concentration to raise herself up onto her elbows:
"Ah… Madam Trekaten…" she breathed out: "Your order… is ready…"
The succubus, swaying her hips, walked toward me. She looked at the light-haired Mefar and the one who had her, and said:
- I'll wait...
The commander smiled contentedly:
"Thank you," she said and disappeared behind the counter again.
"You're welcome..." she purred and approached us. Reaching underneath, she grabbed Elran's breasts, which hung like heavy drops, and began to knead them.
She moaned and moved forward and back a little, playing along with me:
"Go on..." the light one moaned.
I glanced sideways at the demoness and she said:
— Yes. Move. But don't rush... I want to enjoy the moment...
The succubus let go of her breasts and began to stroke the elf's body, saying:
"Your body is like a beautiful musical instrument... Just touch a couple of strings and it will produce the desired sounds..."
In response to her touch, El Ran began to moan lowly, so much so that it began to resemble a growl.
The succubus's hands, sliding over her body, reached me. Trekaten's palms were unexpectedly hot. They slid over my stomach and, rising, began to gently knead my breasts.
The demoness moved behind me and said:
"What a strong demonic aura..." She pressed her body against me from behind and began to move in unison with me.
Oddly enough, I didn't feel her jewelry on my back, but I did feel the hot spots of her nipples.
Her hands moved lower and suddenly grabbed my balls hard. Almost immediately, pleasure washed over me, and sperm gushed down my shaft, drenching me in the light-colored mess.
Tekaten chuckled and, with a gentle but not painful tug on my scrotum, released it. Unstuck from my back, the demoness stepped to the left and began to stroke Elran's belly and back with her hands.
"This is energy..." she said, licking her palm, which was stained with our sweat. She smacked her full, plump lips and continued, "And they say that after living a thousand years, you can lose the zest for life. Not that I completely disagree—certain moments lose their sparkle, becoming something mundane—but living in this city, you can sometimes hit upon something that makes my pussy get as wet as my first time..."
Still not fully understanding what I was doing, I reached out to the succubus and pulled her towards me, covering her surprised, gorged mouth with my lips.
If she resisted, it was only for the first moment, and then she was immediately drawn into the kissing process, even closing her eyes in pleasure.
I tilted my head and looked at the Servants - they only looked at me and their mistress in surprise, without taking any action.
The succubus's hands, which had been pressed against my chest, slid down my body and, reaching Elran's ass, pushed her forward, removing her from my member.
When my penis freed itself from the tight embrace of the light vagina, my sperm flowed out. Elran seemed to suddenly lose all strength, and she sank to her knees, her whole body trembling and breathing heavily.
My hands slid down the succubus's firm body and, grabbing her by the ass, lifted her up. Without breaking the kiss, I pressed the succubus to me with one hand, and with the other, I placed the head of my sperm- and juice-smeared penis against her entrance.
Trekaton suddenly broke the kiss and, pulling away slightly, looked into my eyes. Seeing something there that only she could understand, she wrapped her legs around me and thrust her pelvis forward first.
It was unexpectedly hot and tight inside her. It felt like a masseuse was playing with my cock, aggressively grabbing it and forcefully moving her hands over it. I felt like a frail ship caught in a fierce storm, alternately climbing the waves and then plummeting from their crest.
The succubus didn't moan, but only breathed heavily in time, holding my shoulders with her hands and looking straight into my eyes.
However, I didn't hold back for long and, pressing her to me, she, too, lost control and moaned, closing her eyes and reaching out to me with her lips.
The ending was absolutely insane: sperm gushed from my penis and unexpectedly extinguished the heat raging inside the succubus. She broke the kiss and let out a muffled cry.
The Right Servant took a step forward and asked:
- Madam, are you all right?
The succubus pressed her legs even tighter against me and answered breathlessly:
"Oh, more than... Don't worry, Call, I feel good for the first time in almost a thousand years..." She slowly pulled her pelvis away from my cock and disengaged herself from me, standing up. However, she immediately slid down, squatting, and began skillfully licking and sucking my cock. Having cleaned it, the demoness rose and, running her fingers over her clit, licked away the drops of my sperm. With a satisfied snort, she said:
- Call, could you lick me?
She nodded respectfully:
- If this is your wish, madam.
The tall Servant approached the succubus and, kneeling before her, sucked on her pussy.
The succubus, as if nothing had happened, said, turning to us:
- I invite you to visit me.
Mefar stood up and sighed, lifting the trembling body of the light one from the tabletop and pressing it to her:
"Mistress Trekaten, to my deepest regret, we must decline your offer: tomorrow morning we are leaving with soldiers for the Eltro fortress, where the Duchess is gathering troops, and in addition to shopping at my beautiful toy, we also need..." she suddenly shot me a sly glance: "...to buy leggings, underwear, and send a letter."
The succubus narrowed her eyes:
"I really don't like being refused. However, I agree to meet you halfway..." She ran her fingers through the Servant's thick hair and tousled it. Pressing her head lightly to her bosom, she asked, "Do you need gloves?"
Mefar threw:
"Yes, we'd like to buy four mittens. We're just afraid we won't have enough money because of the skyrocketing prices..."
I struggled to maintain a more or less unperturbed expression: it seemed Mephar knew exactly who this succubus was and was planning something. To distract myself, I beckoned to Zirta, who had entered the shop and was standing near the door, leaning her back against the frame. When she obediently came closer, I slipped my hands under her cloak and pulled her towards me. Finding my lips under her hood, I began to kiss her softly.
At the word "money," the demoness's face contorted with disdain and she said:
- If you come to visit me in an hour, I will give you three of the best gloves from the latest deliveries.
Mefar couldn't help but smile with satisfaction:
"I thank you in advance for the gift and promise you that I will make every effort to fulfill your will…"
The succubus chuckled:
"Hm! I'll be waiting impatiently. Now, let go of Earlyville: I've been hanging around here long enough."
Mefar let go of the light one and easily jumped back over the counter towards us.
The saleswoman took a couple of seconds to come to her senses, then straightened up and walked unsteadily off somewhere into the interior.
A few seconds later, she returned, clutching a large bundle to her stomach. Handing it to the succubus, she said:
- Everything is done as you said, Mrs. Trekaten.
She just nodded silently and, casting another inquisitive glance in my direction, said:
"I'll be waiting." She looked down. "We're going back, Call." The attendant stood up and licked her lips.
- Yes, madam.
She took the collar chains in her hand and walked out of the store.
Mefar chuckled and turned to Erlivil:
"Now bring me four healing potions and three anti-pregnancy amulets." The fair one tilted her head to her left shoulder in surprise, and the commander explained, "My squad has been replenished with northerners from the order... what did she call it? Basically, the 'Order of the Immortals.'"
"Ah-ah-ah... Carriers of Racrons's blood. I see. I had the amulets somewhere around here..." The fair one retreated back into the inner chambers.
Mefar leaned over to Eirin, who was kneeling and breathing heavily: "How are you?"
She ran her palm over the elf's bare back, and she shuddered in response and whispered:
"I'd like to try getting fucked hard twice a day, with a powerful orgasm every time... Don't get me wrong—I'm not complaining. It's always divine, but..."
She tried to get up, but almost fell back down and Mefar had to support her.
I pulled away from Zirta, who was pressed against me with her whole body, simply hugged her and asked:
— Will you tell me why you arranged all this and who this Trekaten is?
Mefar chuckled:
"If you haven't figured it out yet, a very old succubus." The drow grew serious and continued: "Rumor has it that in her youth she served an Archdemon, whose name only a few remember. Well, that Archdemon was killed, and so it happened that Trekathen wasn't claimed, and she found herself cast to the side of the road. Back then, she was poor and of no use to anyone... But a thousand years passed, and she began to gain influence. Not politically, but rather financially. In this century, she was offered several times to join the retinues of various Archdemons and become an Elder. With her experience and cunning..."
"She would have had her own duchy long ago, and by no means the poorest one. However, she preferred to engage in trade and stay out of politics. They say she was never able to find anyone to outshine her former master... her lover... For some reason, after Krekhtor came to power in Isrin, Trekaten began living here. The Duchess always listens to her opinion and allows her financial involvement in all aspects of Isrin's life... be it purchasing adamant, repairing the sewers, or hiring an additional mercenary force." Mefar smiled disarmingly and continued:
- Well, besides everything else, she also supplies gloves.
"So that's how it is..." I said understandingly.
At that moment, the saleswoman appeared in the room. She placed three wooden amulets on a steel chain and four small glass bottles containing a clear, lime-green liquid on the countertop:
"Two gold and three silver," she said.
Mefar turned to her and smiled dazzlingly:
— What about a discount for regular customers?
She suddenly licked her plump lips and sighed:
— Three gold coins and... a kiss.
The commander snorted and touched her lips to hers. The kiss turned into a full-fledged, passionate sucking match.
Zirta pulled away from me with a sigh and pulled out three gold coins. As she placed them on the table, Erlivil and Mefar broke their kiss. The commander gathered up the purchases and said:
- See you later, Er.
"Don't you dare die…" the light one whispered goodbye and I saw tears glisten in the corner of her eyes.
Mefar smiled sadly and went outside.
When the door closed behind us, she nodded to Turid, who was guarding our horse and things:
"Well, the first point ended very successfully..." She handed the amulets to the northerner. "These are for each of you." She nodded and immediately put one around her neck. Mefar said, "Let's move on with your business."
Turid replied:
"Then we need to get out of here. What happened to that rich woman that she came out looking like a pauper with gold in her pocket?"
Mefar chuckled cheerfully:
- Alres had sex with her and as a result, if we come to visit her within an hour, we will get four free gloves!
"Four?" Turid's eyes widened and she immediately closed them tightly. "Maybe right behind her then?"
"No, no. Kragi is just that, a disposable. We need to look into the future. Look ahead for at least a week or two. Therefore, a letter to your order must be sent immediately…" Turid nodded in agreement, and the commander continued: "I noticed Trekaten and her retinue at the end of the street. They were carrying nothing, and her house is off to the side. So I figured they could only go this way, since Erlivil is practically the best herbalist in the Elven Quarter. I figured I needed to provoke you, Alres, so that the energy surge would attract her attention, and then the rest would be up to you. That's why I started keeping Erlivil right here. Even if Trekaten had been passing by, she would have still sensed your energy and would have looked in out of curiosity. And then—she wouldn't have been able to escape this whirlpool."
"So that's it! It turns out you have a brain, Mefar!" I chuckled.
"Pfha-ha-ha! Just so you know: it's impossible to get to my position just by being pretty or being good in bed!" she laughed.